Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.